Yao Ming's Submission

"Your Excellency, though you are powerful, the Nine Netherworld Python Tribe is still one of the three peak clans of the Beast Region. Isn't it a bit improper for you to press us so aggressively?"

Xie Tianxiao's words darkened both men's expressions. Then Yao Xiaotian, dressed in black beside the old man, gritted his teeth and spoke.

"So, you intend to refuse this Saint?"

A chill flashed across Xie Tianxiao's face. Looking at the other party, he said indifferently, "In that case, this Saint can only send the chief of your Nine Netherworld Python Tribe to the underworld first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his gaze. A ripple of energy formed from spatial power shot forth, hurtling directly toward Yao Xiaotian.

Yao Xiaotian's pupils constricted sharply. He hastily circulated the Dou Qi within his body and clenched both claws, trying to block the attack.

But the outcome was obvious. How could a One-Star Dou Saint withstand an attack from a Six-Star Dou Saint?

With a single strike, Yao Xiaotian's claws were ground into powder. Blood streamed everywhere, and then his entire body was blasted into the ground.

It was not over yet. Accompanied by a dragon's roar, a purple-black fire dragon surged from Xie Tianxiao's fingertip before violently plunging into the earth.

Boom!!

Wherever the dragon breath passed, one enormous pit after another collapsed.

Xie Tianxiao waved away the dust and mist. Yao Xiaotian lay charred black on the ground, his eyes wide open, clearly unwilling to perish like this.

Seeing their clan chief die so easily, the Great Elder, with a scarlet venomous snake coiled around his shoulder, panicked. He immediately knelt and begged, "My lord, please spare my life! I am willing to lead the entire Nine Netherworld Python Tribe in submitting to you!"

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